I am one lucky writer. I am blessed with an amazing critique group. A group where we not only care about each other's writing, but about each other's souls.
Yesterday I sent my new baby, oh I mean my manuscript, off to my critique group. By Friday night I'll know if my girl is doa, in need of a couple of weeks or months in intensive care, or if she is ready to breathe on her own.
But hearing thoughtful opinions about my manuscript is not why I can't wait until Friday night. I'm itch'n to catch up on each other's lives, info dump about the SCBWI Conference, and laugh, laugh, laugh.